The worst part of it all is that my husband

The worst part of it all is that my husband now looks at me with a tinge of disappointment in the back of his glance - mixed with anxiety about the future. He blames himself, but
I know that if I'd been half the man he is, I would have succeeded. Before it can get too deep, I blame "Lie To Me" and start wondering how paranoid I must be to look for micro
phone near the flower vase. Suddenly I heard a ring, but it was in my ears, and not from the telephone. A gnat had just flown into my ear BUZZING!!!! I tumbled
the laundry in the dryer to freshen it up and put off having to fold. I could feel the gnat struggling in pools of wax in my ear canal. If only Victoria was here because then
Victoria could coo some incantation into my tortured ear & lure out that unfortunate waxed gnat that had wandered in there. I had averted fluffing & folding, but my groin
had needed serious fluffing. To complete this project required nothing less than a
perfect lemon-meringue pie. The chefs raided the hen-house and whipped up the most enormous pie imaginable. Project pie was soon
destroyed by alein spacecarft. apartenly, on mars, the word pie means &@#$. so, they took offence and began abducting chefs and torturing them. so, in short, project pie was a dud.
Which was a damn shame. I love pie. Living in a world without chefs wasn't going to be easy but we still had the martian problem to deal with. We weren't just going to stand by
and allow the ETs to take over our bakeries. Luckily, the aliens had one crucial weakness.

Started: 2010-12-03 03:48:11
Finished: 2011-01-14 13:30:04

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